Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.